The weekend passed by quickly.
By Monday morning, I walked through the hospital hallway as I took Leo to see his doctor for his eye check-up.
The smell of disinfectant lingered in the air.
Leo walked beside me, holding my hand while carrying one of his toys in the other.
For someone who had injured his eye less than two weeks ago, he seemed completely recovered already.
Children were terrifyingly resilient.
We reached the doctor’s office.
I knocked.
A few seconds later, I opened the door and we walked inside.
The doctor sat behind his desk, glasses resting low on his nose as he studied a file.
He looked up.
A smile immediately appeared.
“Oh! Welcome. Sit.”
“Thank you.”
I pulled one of the chairs closer and carefully lifted Leo onto it before taking the seat beside him.
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